"...The plan is broadly workable, and rather original."
After Black explained his plan in detail, Bradwell nodded with satisfaction, then raised the key question.
"But to carry out everything you've described, won't this space of yours need to store enough energy in advance, both as its foundation and to power it?"
"Your insight is keen, Blood Demon God Lord!"
Black looked at him with open admiration.
"The space is newly formed, like an empty cup. It needs an infusion of energy before it can be used. And for better compatibility and to keep our later actions concealed, that energy should ideally come from one of our priority targets. Say... a powerful subordinate of the Undead Demon God. They'd make the best power banks for my space!"
Slaughter Value! I need a lot of Slaughter Value! Use the Undead Demon God's lackeys as power banks, then kill them for points once they're drained. Two birds with one stone. Perfect!
Black's calculations were clicking away in his head.
Watching Black devote himself so wholeheartedly to the cause, Bradwell felt a surge of emotion.
What a fine employee!
Black had not only volunteered, but had already worked out the technical difficulties and their solutions. He had even considered the precise properties required of the "consumables."
"Hahahaha! Good!"
Bradwell laughed, his voice shaking the hall.
"Since you have both the will and the ability, I'll grant your request! The right kind of energy? Easy! Come. I'll personally take you to find those 'power banks' of yours!"
Before his words had faded, a vast surge of Blood Energy enveloped Black.
Bradwell tore open space and stepped through with him.
After a moment of dizziness, Black opened his eyes again and found that they had arrived in a silent, barren land.
The sky was an unchanging